...being the observations and navigational extracts
from the ongoing expeditions of San Francisco Piano Pop trio
True Margrit

Saturday, October 17, 2009


So many appetizing sights on Highway 5. ..

We are reunited with Andrew in Tacoma. We hang out. We rehearse. We sleep. We awake. Andrew makes us all delish eggs. We rehearse. It rains. There are sunbreaks (in the pacific Northwest it rains a LOT, so sunbreak is the term used for the short intervals between downpours/ or total overcast).

We suit up for an EVA --uh, I mean for first gig of the tour (at Bob's Java Jive--a bar, improbably enough, in the shape of a coffeepot). We get to the club. It's wonderfully funkily divey with teddy bear lamps, low ceilings covered in paper cutouts of white stars,charming murals/ grafitti, real french fries that come in a MT Rainier-sized mound, and even poptarts! I meet lots of Andrew & Heather's awesome friends. I meet some other friendly souls at the bar. The staff is super-nice & helpful & gracious to us sensitive-souled musician-types. Legend of Bigfoot rocks the house with some reverby majesty. Then we tear through our set with sweaty glee, followed by a super-intense performance by Tacoma buzz-band Motopony.

We come back to the True Margrit/ Honeycomb Hideout & chow on some buttery rye toast. Ahhh. All in a day's work.


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